Chapter 89: Baby, what should I do?

Qiao Mianmian didn't pull the door, turned his head angrily, glared at him with a lip corner: "You open the door, I'm going down."
Mo Yesi hooked his lips: "Then you kiss me, I will let you get off."
She was annoyed by him and angrily said, "I don't..."
Before the last word was spoken, the man stretched his hand into his arms.
"Um..." Mo Yesi bowed his head and kissed deeply, holding her jaw to lift her face, wantonly plundering the sweet breath between her lips and teeth.
The taste of the girl in her arms is too beautiful.
At first, I just wanted to taste a little bit, kissed and kissed, and I was a little out of control.
The gentle shallow kiss became a hot deep kiss that almost sucked away all human souls.
Inside the cabin, the temperature is increasing.
The air was filled with ambiguous breath.
The subtle noise between the lips and teeth made people blush and heartbeat.
The petite person in his arms softened into a puddle of water. The white and tender little hands pulled the buttons of his shirt weakly. His breathing was disordered and his red face was like a peach blossom in March.
Mo Yesi was moved by this kiss.
The arm around the girl's thin waist couldn't help but penetrate into her dress.
"Um, don't..."
Suddenly the chest was cold, and Qiao Mianmian suddenly recovered from the confusion, and reached out with a red face and pushed him away.
Mo Yesi was a little refreshed by her push.
He raised his head, his dark and hot eyes looked at the girl who was flushed with his kiss. His hot eyes fell on the girl's red, swollen and delicate lips. After a few seconds, he moved away.
His breath was a little quick, and his voice was hoarse and unreasonable: "Baby, what should I do?"
Qiao Mianmian's blushing horse and his fast-beating horse didn't dare to look at him at all: "What should I do?"
Mo Yesi looked at her with a fixed gaze, his eyes dark as the deep sea: "I'm hungry."
"Are you hungry?" Qiao Mianmian hadn't reacted for a while, and wondered, "It's not because I didn't eat lunch too much..."
The last word, after feeling something abnormal in the man, shyly and panicked it back.
"Mo Yesi..." Qiao Mianmian was really panicked. She reached out and pushed on the man's sturdy chest. The tone was weak, with a request, "I want to get off, you let me go."
"Baby." Mo Yesi's hands around her waist were tight, and her low, hoarse voice was forbearing, "Don't be afraid, I like you so I can react to you like this. Be a little bit, don't move , Otherwise I can’t guarantee that I’ll get you out of control.

When Qiao Mianmian heard this, he suddenly dared not move.
She sat stiff in his arms.
Mo Yesi's body was also tight, he hugged her tightly, gasping for a few quick breaths on her shoulder.
After a few minutes.
His breath slowly calmed down.
Qiao Mianmian bit her lip and cried, "You... are you better? Can you let me go?"
For these few minutes, for her, it was so hot.
Mo Yesi reached out and touched her head, squeezed her jaw and kissed her, dumb throat said: "Well, go, I will take you downstairs."
"No, I'm still..."
Qiao Mianmian instinctively wanted to refuse, before the words were finished, he felt the man's face dimmed, his eyes cold: "I don't want me to send you? I don't think I can take it, I don't want people to know you are with me?"